There is trout-like fishes in the lakes and every once in a while Azief would go fishing there.
There is something calming just sitting there with the fish rod in your hand waiting for the fishes to bite.
Of course, if Azief really wanted the fish, he could simply wave his hand and bring them out of the lake.
But there are some things that are more precious when it is experienced instead of taking that easy way.
He never liked fishing in the past.
He hated the mosquitoes, hated the smell of the muddy scent, hated the sound of the insects in the forest playing their songs.
But as he grows older he found some tranquility doing such a mundane and boring deed. He spends a few minutes taking his breath
'The energy of this world is about to reach a peak'
